Bloody Knuckles

When I come home with blood on my face

And my knuckles are bloody and broken

Don’t pretend to care of all days

Because you drove me to this with the pain that can no longer be spoken

When I look at the blood on my knuckles

I’m reminded of this month’s torturous struggles

Struggles caused by your inability to be a father

Struggles that cause pain that has no pacifier

But don’t get me wrong, for you I bear no hate

You’re my dad and that’s something I can’t restate 

Reviews

[Riley Justine]

A bit hard to read with the font and colour, but a really good read. Nicely written

[MomzillaNC]

The broken ties between child and parent are a pain that one never quite gets over.

NOTES: I think that longest line should be shortened to help the flow.